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dusk/dawn

Hilary DePolo

Poetry

My reactions to all that is happening in the world  has been in my dreams.  My days are filled by my to-do list - my nights are haunted.
My medium is words - and it is with my words I hope I can convey how unsettling these days are for me  - and for us all!

dusk/dawn


dusk to dawn        for Rumi   the Beloved arises in our hearts like the full moon

dusk to dawn        for me   dream images   cryptic messages sent from the other side

dusk to dawn        I surrender control    what will happen tonight

dusk to dawn        a lover breathes deeply next to me   or

dusk to dawn        I wander the bed alone

dusk to dawn        cross the border   explore the hem of my day   

dusk to dawn        I dizzy as images spin   the magazine of my life   shreds

dusk to dawn        bits of time scatter across dark terrain 

dusk to dawn        I reach for Noni’s soft hand as she washes my face   

dusk to dawn        jump a deep crevasse to follow a necessary path

dusk to dawn        I hear Ma call   it is time

dusk to dawn        Pa answers the call   leaves this life   descends to watery depths  

dusk to dawn        I struggle against attack   a knife slashes the wall

dusk to dawn        gag on a cry for help

dusk to dawn        I am held in the outer realm

dusk to dawn        watch the violated wall melt into the Big Lake

dusk to dawn        I cross the sand as it burns

dusk to dawn        under the heat of the full moon 

dusk to dawn        I never reach cooling waters

dusk to dawn        wake sweaty to the lesson of a new day

 

©hdp – ‘2